If I could drink my feelings
I would drown in exuberance.
Before you I was hollow
A clear vase lacking flowers
But you have taken root in my bones
And blossomed through my skin.
You.
I want to give you the sunset.
I want to sing you an orchestra.
I want to make existence more lovely
Than your favourite movie.
You.
The lines on your hands
Have been traced by many
Before me, but I know
It is significant
That when we kiss,
All I taste is future.
And you.
You are destructive,
Irrational
And unpredictable.
But it must mean something
That when I close my eyes
My mind always goes
Right to
You.